The Olympic rink hummed with a cold, electric tension. Athletes from every corner of the globe were carving into the ice, but Yuzuru existed in a sphere of his own. He stood by the barrier, his posture as straight and disciplined as a blade. He wasn't looking at the cameras or the crowd; his eyes were fixed on the ice with a piercing, analytical intensity, as if he were visualizing every microscopic fracture in its surface.